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Jen Again….

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 20, 2018 by JenJuice

Again and again and I sit in a different space, a different latitude, a different country..yet, it all looks the same. And, I quite find that nowhere I go can I ever change the ways look until I change the way I see them.

I travel miles away to feel…to release….to be fucking vulnerable. To cry. To let go. And, it all looks the same. I found I could never escape me. And, no matter how far I go physically the same me follows me..and the lesson is one thing. Love me. Love myself. Self love is a practice and it’s not taught…fucking love yourself. Love yourself hard and soft. Be your fucking number one. All else will follow…

Gratitude for the waves that hugged me today, I love you. Your flow teaches me all. The current is key….


Don’t fuck with the fire.

Posted in Jencerpts.., Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on July 11, 2018 by JenJuice

How did I get right back where I started? The move faster than you are, then come back to where you are not, farther.
This is the flow….
The imperial doorway
And the trigger points
And, we all call fire.

You got me at first sight
And ….
So much fire.
So much you and me.
And now..the rest of it
Is measuring to top
The highest me I’ve ever
Braved to go and

When She Speaks… Listen.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 10, 2018 by JenJuice

Some days I’m so paralyzed in grief. The heavy fucking-hearted energy. Can’t breathe. My heart has a pain so profound I can’t even reach. Can barely move. Crying hysterically laughing and sobbing simultaneously. Write, I hear. Dance, I hear. So, I do.

Then I hear a Youtube commercial…”What you hongry fo….?”

My Universal voice is a black grandma, just like me.

Art refugee

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 8, 2018 by JenJuice

Art is your eyes to see what will come.

Write Mind

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , on July 8, 2018 by JenJuice

If your goal in life is to have a marriage and kids and retirement and you’ve accomplished them all – then what, death?

The record of what you do is more important than what you do.

The idea of paradise is in terms of peace of mind. The Italian Villa, the old typewriter to type, the wine cellar, the footed bathtub with a beach side view.

Paradise being the essence of breath and peculiarly the being of self. The love of self. The love of light. The love of God (God is energy of the creator..the one-ness that connects us all). The beauty of the force of nature, we call self.

The bottomless wavering of creativity in the form of writing and dance. The sound mind of the sound mind coincides with the true nature of self.

Do you have the write mind? I do.

High Vibrations

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on July 2, 2018 by JenJuice

If you ever find yourself moving faster than most, yet even still…then, you find your-self in the high life.

Ego is the Untrue self.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on June 8, 2018 by JenJuice

We are a self-contained apparatus which is also known as ego. In essence, vessels. Finding truth in what is means letting go of this concept entirely.
Angkor Wat